The "Baby-Faced God" Gets Hyped: A Slippery Show!

Teague had been thoroughly suppressed.

The focused and confident Curry was the stronger one—far, far stronger than Teague.

What a joke.

Curry was a two-time champion. What did Teague have to compare with him?!

Compared to George, Curry was the team's second option, Su Yan's most dependable helper.

Teague? He was nothing.

The Hawks were confident that Teague could handle Curry, so they did not interfere with their duel.

Su Yan trusted Curry and created an excellent offensive environment for him.

No one stopped Curry, allowing him to attack freely, find his touch freely, and work himself into the game freely.

After three minutes of the second quarter... he completely entered "Sun-Slaying Mode."

At the left side of the top of the key, more than two meters beyond the three-point line, he had just gotten into position when he ignored the dumbfounded Teague and casually launched an ultra-deep three.

A hundred paces, straight through the willow.

Swish!

It went in again.

Great confusion flickered in Teague's tiny eyes.

He could not let Curry keep playing like this. He had to do something.

He moved out beyond the three-point line, intending to defend more aggressively and deny Curry easy three-point attempts.

The idea was not wrong.

But... Curry had gone insane.

He was completely in the zone. Just after crossing half court, with one foot in the Logo Area, he suddenly fired another shot.

"What?!"

Teague's widened eyes looked ready to pop out at any moment.

He had already come out beyond the three-point line to defend. He had already become more aggressive. He thought he was crazy enough.

Who would have thought Curry would be even crazier, even more absurd, even less human.

A logo three.

Even Su Yan would not casually attempt that.

Yet Curry just threw it up